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In some sex-focused twelve-step programs, they caution against “lust-based decisions.” At times in my life, I’ve made dozens of these in a day: picking a security line at an airport by choosing the cutest TSA officer, deciding which subway car…

It’s a tradition! Happy mother’s day!

I owe Angela an apology. I imagined she had fucked “two or six guys” in the time since I was lucky enough to have my fun with her. And I called her a “slut.” The latter, calling her a “slut,”…

For years, I’ve wished that there was a way I could keep track of all the shit I read that I think I want to write about some day. I read. A lot. Non-fiction, mostly, but fiction too. Magazines, books,…

Hy and I continue our monthly back and forth about blogs we’ve stumbled on that we find compelling. Last month, you may recall, my contribution was the author of “The Amsterdam Diaries” – a British patron of Amsterdam prostitutes. His…

I’m spending my day doing some reading, and Pandora is serving up a delightful blend. Here’s what I’m hearing:

As I sat, eating some sushi, I read the Times. I had reactions to a couple of articles, and thought I’d share just one of them. Where Mean Girls Rule “There isn’t a woman in Washington who doesn’t traffic in…

Here’s an exchange from OK Cupid, without commentary from me. What do you think?   N says: I’ve perused your questions. I have no idea whether you will be remotely interested in me or not. I AM interested in you.…

Almost exactly two years ago (!), I wrote a post on “ethical non-monogamy.” That post resulted in (or was followed by) a series of comments in which, among other things, I was analogized to a Nazi (or, to be precise,…

I wrote Belle Knox such a nice letter, and she hasn’t written back. I’m reminded of Steve Martin’s view of Farrah Fawcett Majors. Farrah Fawcett, he says, is conceited. Conceit-ED! “I mean, she has never even called me once. Can…